Third Person
Oeillet de règne Académie: Faculty Office
Present Time.
"Why did you erase a few lines from his statement?" Edward asked his brother and showed him the erased parts.
Easton started at the paper for a few seconds before realizing the question being asked, "Oh! I'm not a fan of Romance so I erased those parts. It's not helpful in any way"
Easton Broshe is not gay but he wasn't interested in the idea of being a family man. He wanted to leave his life free from domestic responsibilities and solve as many cases as possible.
'My plan is to get famous then die!' that's his line when he finished College.
On the other hand, Edward Broshe wanted a normal life, a wife, kids, and grandchildren. Only then, he'll die. This is to prove to his brother that he will not die a virgin because of his conservative and picky behavior.
The superior with a bushy beard as his face, shouted at the known inspector, "Hey! Are you going to explain this or not?"
"Do I have to?" He brought his feet up on the top of the table, "It's obvious that the boy can't be a suspect!"
The pissed man whispered, "This bastard..."
"The handcuffs..." Edward muttered, the longer he stared, the more plot holes he finds.
The superior heard him murmuring to himself so he raised his thin bushy eyebrows before asking the younger male, "Handcuffs, what?"
Before Edward could answer, Easton took the question and answered it, "The criminal did it on purpose so we'll suspect him"
His younger brother questioned, "The fingerprints?"
"Found nothing." answered his older brother, "Assumed that the fingerprints were washed away by the water on the toilet..."
Feeling immensely useless to the conversation, the superior snatched the notebook from Edward's grasp and flipped the pages until he got to the part where the picture of a blonde girl was taped.
The superior cleared his throat before professionally asking, "What about the girl?" He read the first line, "Racquel Porscha's testament..."
Racquel Porscha
Oeillet de règne Académie: Clinic
Yesterday (10:33 A.M.)
Raine was so important to me that I sacrificed the meal I tied on the bed. His chest was fully packed with meaty—steamy deliciousness. And oh! How big was the ———————————
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Romien put up a fight but I managed to get him to lie on the bed. Him, being a gentleman, helped a lot with the taming process. After I tied him on the bed and took off his top, I whispered to him, "Stay here... I'll go find Raine and Klavier"
He's probably traumatized by this but when I think of Raine.
This treatment is nothing.
He called me multiple times but I just shushed him and put on a tight blindfold before exiting the room. I waved to the nurse and smiled while she just stared at me before giving me thumbs up.
I smiled sheepishly and walked outside to go straight to my destination using the faster route in getting there.
On my way there, I bumped into a slender man police version (Gendarmerie Chris Bruint) He was talking to someone on his radio phone as the device spurts out nothing but static and a few understandable phrases.
He was making his way to the men's restroom so I just made my way to the first place I know Raine will go.
Her dorm.
I went there so needed to say, she wasn't there so I tried thinking of other places where she could be. As soon as the garden popped into my mind, I tried to walk there and used the route near the clinic again but then my eyes caught the men's restroom.
"F- fuck it! Shit!" I heard a voice.
I remembered Klavier after the voice ghosted out of the men's restroom.
'Wait— That is Klavier!' I thought.
Blood everywhere.
I called help then led them to the corpses.
The statement ends here with her last phrase which was: "Wait, I need to puke!"
Third Person
Oeillet de règne Académie: Faculty Office
Present Time.
Edward shook his head and thought that the lack of Racquel's description was not detailed, unlike Klavier's description of the scene.
"Why do you always erase parts of their statements?" The superior angrily pointed to the first part where a heavily erased part was located.
Edward eyed the notebook that was put down by the Superior and was intrigued to read Racquel's passage. Taking the opportunity to read the notebook while the two argued, he pointed out all the plot points.
"Everything counts, every detail is important!" The superior argued with his former student, "That's the basic Inspector Broshe and you do couldn't remember one fundamental value"
Easton laughed and put his feet down to lean his face closer to the furious expression of his Superior, "You surely don't want to read about a teen describing how big the boy's d—"
"For me, it was the girl who did the crime" Edward interrupted the two.
"Racquel Porscha?" The old superior asked and crossed his arms, "How come?"
Easton reasoned, "She's the one who has the time to do it..."
The superior laughed and once again, snatched the notebook from Edward's touch, "A girl? Killed a trained officer and an old janitor? Heh. Bull crap, I say"
Edward defended the sexist old man, "I'm sorry but the girl was strong, he managed to tie a full-grown man to a bed"
Chuckling to the naïve man, the superior chuckled, "Are you hearing yourself?" he asserted his point, and "It's the male who wanted it so he doesn't put many fights!"
"She was drunk... It's the truth even If I think she's the one who did that bloody crap," Easton finally stopped their fight.
The room went silent and the three could only hope for some evidence to be found within the week.
"The weapon used to kill the two victims is currently unidentified at this moment," Easton reminded, "We have to wait for the autopsy results"
Edward closed his eyes and removed his glasses before massaging his temples because of the throbbing stress delivered on his head.
"Excuse me..." The superior, being called by his companions outside, exited the door after excusing himself to the two blood brothers.
Edward sighed after the door closed, "I hope that's a progression..."
"Just you wait, Edward," His older brother reassured, slowly he closed his eyes again and smiled like all was going well.
'Easton knows,' Edward thought.
He knows that smile everywhere.
Whenever he's confident about a thing, he closes his eyes and smiles like a goofball.
Edward eyed him suspiciously, "Who did it?" — Before asking his brother.
The older male burst laughing with his eyes still closed, he cracked open one eye and started, "For all, I know,"
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"You, my brother—" he continued.
...
"— is a mere suspect"